#quitelogicalreally

[sawbonesbellum]

@quitelogicalreally

There’s something so familiar in his form of address… and yet for all the gaps Zoe has been filling in her memory, she cannot for the life of her recall ever having seen his face. A missing memory, perhaps. Or someone she has yet to meet. Zoe regards the man with careful curiosity.

“I hardly know who else I could be. But– I’m sorry– I don’t know who you are.”

The man’s face actually cracked with a smile. Oh she made him feel younger. So much younger. Glimpses of a frumpy man running around in a bow-tie. “-oh right.. I suppose you wouldn’t, I am... I was The Doctor,” his face only winced slightly at the use of his old name. “-new face.. you see,”

[onlyxsurvivor]

@quitelogicalreally

“Sick?” The Doctor’s voice was climbing in tone, all indignation, one finger waving vaguely in the air in an accusatory manner. “Unfit to pilot? The absolute cheek of it. I’ll show you unfit to pilot, Zoe Heriot--!”

She practically threw herself at the console, fingers flying across the controls-- the TARDIS made a queasy lurch to the left in response, the light in the central column changing from green to amber.

[doctordandy]

“Here we are, Zoe. Disneyland!”

@quitelogicalreally

[verycivilofyou]

✿ -quitelogicalreally

( ✿ and my muse will react to your muse putting a flower in their hair | closed .

“Zoe? I-- oh!”

She’d startled him from thought, ever so slightly, and he paused to look up from a wide, heavy-papered book, in which they’d been collecting and pressing the specimens. He beamed at her.

“Oh, thank you, Zoe - you’re quite right, of course. In fact, I think you had better choose one for yourself, as well.”

[the-captains-table]

@quitelogicalreally (from Romana!)

“I do apologise, you sounded like you understood this whole catastrophe. Do explain.”

[gallifreyloyal]

     @quitelogicalreally liked for a starter! 

   relief washed over narvin as he stumbled through the doorway and heard as the door hissed and sealed itself again behind him. there was a loud CRASH! as the bestial aliens he’d been running from smashed into the bulkhead, but the metal seemed to hold against them. at least for now. escaping death by mere seconds could be incredibly humbling, he realised, as he looked to the woman who had been on the door’s controls. the wiring had clearly been reassembled on the fly. to hack it, just to let one person - one stranger - through? he wasn’t sure if he’d have spared the effort, had he been in her place. narvin straightened himself back out.

   ❛ - it seems i owe you my life, and my gratitude. thank you. those creatures, do you know what they are? ❜

[onlyxsurvivor]

@quitelogicalreally

“Stick close t’me, Zoe. Whatever - or whoever - killed the pilot is prob’ly still makin’ the rounds.”

[quiirinus]

@quitelogicalreally seems a bit lost.

“One moment, please!” Quirinus called out when he heard the door creak open behind him. Turning to greet the student stepping into the History of Magic classroom (come to clarify the homework, no doubt-- the instructions left behind had been simply terrible), Quirrell realized rather quickly that the witch there wasn’t a student at all.

He had seen her around a few times when there had been too many professors out sick for either of the substitutes to cover every class on their own, but she had never approached him like this.

“You-- you’re Ms. Heriot, right? C-can I help you?”

Hurriedly, Quirinus checked over his schedule just to make sure she wasn’t covering the next class. As far as he could tell, she wasn’t teaching History of Magic at all today.

“Er-- I don’t mean to be rude, Ms. Heriot, b-but if you’re on your way to a class, I think you might have the wrong room. Who did you come in for this time?”